A stage is to my left, where a young woman with bright pink hair is dancing to the music, her movements sensual and provocative. The drive home is uneventful, and I find myself thinking about the strange encounter I had with the succubus. “So that I can make her a succubus.”
The succubus nods, her eyes gleaming with excitement. My soul, my very essence, would be bound to her master, a being of darkness and shadow. “Why me?” I ask, as I try to process the succubus’s words. The music pulses on, and she begins to dance closer to the edge of the stage. She dances for him, her movements becoming more and more provocative, until finally, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a handful of cash. In front of me I can see the bright lights of the city. The air is thick with the smell of stale beer and cheap perfume. It’s Angela.”
“I want to share my power with her, to make her into something more, something greater. I take a deep breath, feeling the tension in my shoulders begin to ease. She says, “Come with me.”
I follow the waitress through the dimly lit hallways of the strip club, my heart racing with anticipation. I swallow hard, trying to find my voice.
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